Perché?

Perché?

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Last published Tue, Dec 27, 2016

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Siamo creature destinate a vivere in un mondo che non sentiamo nostro, in un universo che non fa altro che creare materia per distruggerla subito dopo e servendosi dei rimasugli crea dell'altro. Cosa ci facciamo noi qui? Perché viviamo? Siamo veramente vivi? Cosa ci fa dire con esattezza che siamo vivi e non siamo solo il frutto dell'immaginazione di un gigante più grande di noi che molto chiamano dio? Io penso di essere viva , o, almeno lo spero. La filosofia non fa per me, ma mi piace pensare, sperare di esistere.

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